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Loyalty They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Glocks aimed at cops, Glocks aimed back at someone’s pop, Many lives have been lost over Gaup. Gaup that buys whips and thots. All got something to prove, But to who? All got something to lose, What will you choose? If money equal power, Than why is the taste so sour? After all the castles and ivory towers. You’re left a lonely dragon like bowser. Loyalty tell me what it means to me? To hang with royalty, Or help those in poverty. The place I used to be. Helping people like me. That society has coated with a cloak of invisibility. Because they can’t stand minorities. And that’s why we can’t stand authorities. A toxic cycle that stems from a different ideology. Instead of equality, We have uniformity, Instead of democracy, We have white supremacy. Instead of loyalty, We have hypocrisy. They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Too many broken promises, I feel like James Sie, Losing all his cabbages. But since we are deemed as savages, All the damages attributed, Are treated as shenanigans, Instead of answering calls to action, We have a government completely dumbfounded. Instead of compassion, We are harassed and hounded. We still got all lot of work to do. And I hope one day we’ll have a breakthrough! For we all got something to prove? But to who? Maybe for me or for you! All got something to lose, If we never take the time to put on another’s shoe. So, what will you choose? Will you help light the fuse? Or treat this issue like your alarm clock, And put in on snooze? Who will you be loyal to? Your heart? Or to your privilege? Hmm… They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means.
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Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 8:26 PM UTC
Loyalty
Loyalty They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Glocks aimed at cops, Glocks aimed back at someone’s pop, Many lives have been lost over Gaup. Gaup that buys whips and thots. All got something to prove, But to who? All got something to lose, What will you choose? If money equal power, Than why is the taste so sour? After all the castles and ivory towers. You’re left a lonely dragon like bowser. Loyalty tell me what it means to me? To hang with royalty, Or help those in poverty. The place I used to be. Helping people like me. That society has coated with a cloak of invisibility. Because they can’t stand minorities. And that’s why we can’t stand authorities. A toxic cycle that stems from a different ideology. Instead of equality, We have uniformity, Instead of democracy, We have white supremacy. Instead of loyalty, We have hypocrisy. They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means. Too many broken promises, I feel like James Sie, Losing all his cabbages. But since we are deemed as savages, All the damages attributed, Are treated as shenanigans, Instead of answering calls to action, We have a government completely dumbfounded. Instead of compassion, We are harassed and hounded. We still got all lot of work to do. And I hope one day we’ll have a breakthrough! For we all got something to prove? But to who? Maybe for me or for you! All got something to lose, If we never take the time to put on another’s shoe. So, what will you choose? Will you help light the fuse? Or treat this issue like your alarm clock, And put in on snooze? Who will you be loyal to? Your heart? Or to your privilege? Hmm… They talk about loyalty, Like it’s a fantasy, They talk about loyalty, But have no clue, what it means. They talk about equality, Like it’s currently happening, They talk about democracy, But have no clue, what it means.
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Yesterday was not a fun day. I saved the (my) world but not the princess She's on a different planet Trapped in another castle. Waiting for me To fight my way through Every demon that's ever been in our way. And I do promise, that I'll break those shackles free. I may not be your modern day Mario but there's no Bowser this time - I wouldn't be scared if there was. Because; Zelda. Meet your Link The Master-sword on my back means There's no challenge I won't accept. That I won't over-come. Yes, she might be an angel Sent down the heavens. But me? I am Kratos. The God of War. So you can bet your *** I will destroy every thing In my path towards her, and nothing will stop me. She doesn't even know she's a princess It's your classic tale. *Yet I wouldn't have it any other way, Meet your knight in shining armor.*
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
She's a Princess
If we were together, And you had been captured, By a villainous turtle, Who's name was bowser. I'd come and save you. Without any mushrooms. I'd dodge the hot lava, And jump over the flowers. Forget the gold coins, I'd run past them all. I'd come find my princess, Like on n64. I'd swim through the water, Past the piranhas. I'd raid the castle. And beat the boss battle. 'Cause Peach, There's no me, Until I find you, And you're set free. Because Peach, I am coming. I won't stop running. Til your in my arms. Where you're always safe. You can wear my red hat, We can have a pet Yoshi. Because Peach there's no me, But I am comming back. Mushroom kingdom will never be the same again. On a grassy hill, in our giant palace, I'm not scared of any ghosts. My sites are set, On the clouds in the sky, And tower in the distance. I'm not scared of any stones, That will try to crush me, I'm going to do my best, To keep my timing. 'Cause Peach, There's no me, Until I find you, And you're set free. Because Peach, I am coming. I won't stop running. Til your in my arms. Where you're always safe. You can wear my red hat, We can have a pet Yoshi. Because Peach there's no me, But I am comming back
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
Peach (The Mario Song)
I’m hanging up my dungarees, And doing so for good, The video game cover art doesn’t Acknowledge me like it should, My brother gets his name in lights, While I do half the work, All the sibling rivalry, Is driving me berserk, I can beat the Koopa Troopas And stomp on Bowser too, But I only see the light of day If there’s a player two, And they’re rarely ever any good, I never reach the bosses, It’s always game over screens And endless 1-up losses, So I’m hanging up my dungarees, For the final time, I won’t go saving Peach tomorrow, I’ll start towing my own line, There’s no Goombas and Koopas, Out there that I’m needed to startle And for some reason, it’s always your princess, Not mine, who’s in another castle.
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Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
Hanging Up My Dungarees
I just hate bein a goomba, if you couldn't tell. I get stepped on all the time and hit by koopa shells! Bowser's always yellin at me and telling me to go, but he can't even stop that Super Mario! King Koopa's laughin high up in his tower, as he's pointin down at me. Here they come with Fire Power! Super Mario and Luigi! I could'a been a man eater, or even a koopa troopa. Might'a  been a bottom sea feeder. I just hate bein a goomba.
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Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 2:42 PM UTC
The Goomba Blues
The moment you graced my presence, my mind switched to 16-bit mode. You was a classic type of adventure, one evolution rarely shows. All these side quest chicks you made me put on pause soon to be ended. Cause playing sandbox style wasn't the type of image you've given. Hips more curved than a sonic loop makin me want to do a quick run thru. But your eyes told no lies they made me more than see. That your quest was bigger than any final fantasy So I'm taking my time to learn this pattern To figure out how to beat your robot masters Stage 1 your name Stage 2 your number skip to stage 6 make sure I'm the thoughts in your slumber My mind's so focused my inputs gotta be right One wrong move and I lose my last life tonight No save points just passwords you say I gotta learn your codes Wouldn't dream of cheating ya besides I don't know what buttons to hold. Well **** baby you say that I made it to the end? What's that? To see the true ending I gotta... Beat it.... Again? But there's somethin about you that just seems worth the hassle. Cause you got me jumping like mario racing to bowser's castle. You're as cunning as zelda, as sweet as peach As scary as you want when you feel your inner sheik. You got a smile more connected than the perfect tetris An old school star that's leavin me feelin rather hectic. Cause you see it's so easy playing for the highscore But when ya add a lil passion you don't get as easily bored So I see this challenge as straight 2D No circular levels just a series of puzzles between you and me Let's make this purely one on one a street fighter thing. No crossover tag action hyper fighting fling See you got it all twisted just check my guide book A good portion of character data is written on your look Quick call doctor mario I think I got the flu I need help tryin to convey these abstract thoughts to you See you're like 16-bit beginnings hand drawn and expertly crafted drawn so precisely each movement in action So I'm focused on this quest like them double dragon twins Ready for whatever final boss you got at the end It makes everything worthwhile when I see your beauty on the go And I drop my ps3 world to switch to my 16-bit mode
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Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
16 Bit Mode
The moment you graced my presence, my mind switched to 16-bit mode. You was a classic type of adventure, one evolution rarely shows. All these side quest chicks you made me put on pause soon to be ended. Cause playing sandbox style wasn't the type of image you've given. Hips more curved than a sonic loop makin me want to do a quick run thru. But your eyes told no lies they made me more than see. That your quest was bigger than any final fantasy So I'm taking my time to learn this pattern To figure out how to beat your robot masters Stage 1 your name Stage 2 your number skip to stage 6 make sure I'm the thoughts in your slumber My mind's so focused my inputs gotta be right One wrong move and I lose my last life tonight No save points just passwords you say I gotta learn your codes Wouldn't dream of cheating ya besides I don't know what buttons to hold. Well **** baby you say that I made it to the end? What's that? To see the true ending I gotta... Beat it.... Again? But there's somethin about you that just seems worth the hassle. Cause you got me jumping like mario racing to bowser's castle. You're as cunning as zelda, as sweet as peach As scary as you want when you feel your inner sheik. You got a smile more connected than the perfect tetris An old school star that's leavin me feelin rather hectic. Cause you see it's so easy playing for the highscore But when ya add a lil passion you don't get as easily bored So I see this challenge as straight 2D No circular levels just a series of puzzles between you and me Let's make this purely one on one a street fighter thing. No crossover tag action hyper fighting fling See you got it all twisted just check my guide book A good portion of character data is written on your look Quick call doctor mario I think I got the flu I need help tryin to convey these abstract thoughts to you See you're like 16-bit beginnings hand drawn and expertly crafted drawn so precisely each movement in action So I'm focused on this quest like them double dragon twins Ready for whatever final boss you got at the end It makes everything worthwhile when I see your beauty on the go And I drop my ps3 world to switch to my 16-bit mode
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Start I ran all over this world looking for you sprinted across the landscape, collecting money so that when I reached you, I could treat you like the princess that you are. I overcame all obstacles in my path jumping, ducking, and even making myself a bigger person so that I could reach you. Now at last I see your home on the horizon and I enter the door, crossing all the traps designed to stop me from reaching you, my love. I become the man I was meant to be as I climb the final staircase, and stare at the door that holds my princess inside. I open the door and cross the threshold I'm here princess.  I cross to the bed to find it empty. "You'll never see your princess alive!" God **** it bowser.
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
My Princess
N64 Flow Controllers Rattling Mario Battling Bowser Solar Traveling Star Foxin for hours Toy Boxes, Trinkets, and World watches Sipping Soda fizzing Eating crunchy Frito Snippets Watching ***** Wonka wishing I had a golden ticket Scraped knees, Bicycle Tracking Wilds woods equal childhood Blueberry & cheery picking Kisses from a girl who was older are still vivid No witnesses were present, but presents were still given In the form of innocence It's was nothing but child play Assorted memories Become a part of my current day Who's to say that I've changed? As I reminisce, my past was forged of oddities, deceptions of tall tales and everyday Odyssey's Pictures of wild women, explicit *********** Disney diluted story's and fictional prophecies Depictions that lacked religion Late night Toonami dreams Insights from other youth that didn't make sense logically Visits to the water fountain periodically Teacher said there's no such thing as dumb questions but they never answered honestly Everything I've learned from life I've already learned from Monopoly I'm always landing on GO, therefore I'm moving with the green House rules obviously You can interpret that as currency in our current state physically But I just see it as a constant stream of positivity To create is a state that is channeled by electricity Childhood memories is my youths ticket for authenticity Those days were full of fun and madness This excitement couldn't have been replicated by a smartphone nor tablet Sunshine & green grass actual outdoor access Inhale curiosity, exhale the astonishing Running at full speed, gunning at high velocity The excitement was never ending a continuous lottery Summer books I would never read Instead, I drew in the summer breeze Illustrations of disfigured stick figure's and murderous scenes I realize that I have no idea, who I'm destined to be I don't know where my next travels will lead I am but nomad upon a land with no wagon or steed **** these contraptions for my actions speak louder then screens An N64 and one controller is all I need
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
N64 Flow
N64 Flow Controllers Rattling Mario Battling Bowser Solar Traveling Star Foxin for hours Toy Boxes, Trinkets, and World watches Sipping Soda fizzing Eating crunchy Frito Snippets Watching ***** Wonka wishing I had a golden ticket Scraped knees, Bicycle Tracking Wilds woods equal childhood Blueberry & cheery picking Kisses from a girl who was older are still vivid No witnesses were present, but presents were still given In the form of innocence It's was nothing but child play Assorted memories Become a part of my current day Who's to say that I've changed? As I reminisce, my past was forged of oddities, deceptions of tall tales and everyday Odyssey's Pictures of wild women, explicit *********** Disney diluted story's and fictional prophecies Depictions that lacked religion Late night Toonami dreams Insights from other youth that didn't make sense logically Visits to the water fountain periodically Teacher said there's no such thing as dumb questions but they never answered honestly Everything I've learned from life I've already learned from Monopoly I'm always landing on GO, therefore I'm moving with the green House rules obviously You can interpret that as currency in our current state physically But I just see it as a constant stream of positivity To create is a state that is channeled by electricity Childhood memories is my youths ticket for authenticity Those days were full of fun and madness This excitement couldn't have been replicated by a smartphone nor tablet Sunshine & green grass actual outdoor access Inhale curiosity, exhale the astonishing Running at full speed, gunning at high velocity The excitement was never ending a continuous lottery Summer books I would never read Instead, I drew in the summer breeze Illustrations of disfigured stick figure's and murderous scenes I realize that I have no idea, who I'm destined to be I don't know where my next travels will lead I am but nomad upon a land with no wagon or steed **** these contraptions for my actions speak louder then screens An N64 and one controller is all I need
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M – Making Bowser pay for his diabolic plans A – As chubby as a small pig R – Running through tubes I – Is very friendly O – On his first of 100 lives (Still)
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Mario
That tree The oak out front The one indelibly tattooed on me In full moon light When everyone is quiet Above all imposed virtue Moreys Those vanish Comfortably in their dreamscapes Meeting their lives love Committing Crimes They would never imagine  Appropriate  Necessary  Fair Or in some cases Riding on the back  Of an ice cream donkey Into the sunset In that quiet I can see With all certainty Who that tree really is Im looking into the eye of  a scowling Bowser Two eight-limbed horns This is the tree  That triple dog dares me To stop squatting Not this front porch Unfiltered and French inhaling Sighing because this tree Is shaming me with its boughs  Leave! It dares me And I will I should So I can find  Like the dreamers above my life's love
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
Bowser
For this game We don’t need a Nintendo We don’t need a Wii Not even a switch The rules are simple: Peachy can defeat Bowser only if Bowser removes his mask He can do this himself or let it fall off in time Peachy sees Bowser differently than everyone else She doesn’t notice he’s not as appealing to the eye She doesn’t notice that he breathes fire whenever he speaks His grip is tighter than what she’s used to He’s not always himself but snaps back when she realizes it He adores her as an object, not as a Princess She cries, he comforts her But eventually her tears becomes his rage points Each and every last one of them Peachy is confused He says he loves her He says he’ll be ****** if he leaves her But she knows he means well Even if she doesn’t always believe it Even if she doesn’t always understand him Bowser stops caring Bowser goes behind her back to pick another peachy But he fails Miserably And he takes it out on her Peachy stopped wearing pink Bowser didn’t like it She stopped wearing makeup He said she can never match it right She even stopped wearing her gold crown Bowser can’t stand it on her It reflects everything he’ll never be It makes her attract the looks of Mario & Luigi Peachy wouldn’t give away what’s Bowser’s Initially, at least But Daisy inspired her And Rosalina guided her to better While Pauline reminded her who she was Peachy is herself again! Bowser loss his own game He thought he was smarter than Peachy But Peachy outsmarted him long before they crossed paths She wore her crown with grace With elegance and with confidence Things Bowser couldn’t dream of on his worst day What was once a daily unwinnable final boss battle Has turned into a well won victory for Princess Peachy! -Mia J 7/7/2025 © 2025 Mia J
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
Bowser plays Peachy
For this game We don’t need a Nintendo We don’t need a Wii Not even a switch The rules are simple: Peachy can defeat Bowser only if Bowser removes his mask He can do this himself or let it fall off in time Peachy sees Bowser differently than everyone else She doesn’t notice he’s not as appealing to the eye She doesn’t notice that he breathes fire whenever he speaks His grip is tighter than what she’s used to He’s not always himself but snaps back when she realizes it He adores her as an object, not as a Princess She cries, he comforts her But eventually her tears becomes his rage points Each and every last one of them Peachy is confused He says he loves her He says he’ll be ****** if he leaves her But she knows he means well Even if she doesn’t always believe it Even if she doesn’t always understand him Bowser stops caring Bowser goes behind her back to pick another peachy But he fails Miserably And he takes it out on her Peachy stopped wearing pink Bowser didn’t like it She stopped wearing makeup He said she can never match it right She even stopped wearing her gold crown Bowser can’t stand it on her It reflects everything he’ll never be It makes her attract the looks of Mario & Luigi Peachy wouldn’t give away what’s Bowser’s Initially, at least But Daisy inspired her And Rosalina guided her to better While Pauline reminded her who she was Peachy is herself again! Bowser loss his own game He thought he was smarter than Peachy But Peachy outsmarted him long before they crossed paths She wore her crown with grace With elegance and with confidence Things Bowser couldn’t dream of on his worst day What was once a daily unwinnable final boss battle Has turned into a well won victory for Princess Peachy! -Mia J 7/7/2025 © 2025 Mia J
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I'm so messed up, and so ****** but your magical, and amazingly pretty…. And every-time i think about you, I can't help but cry, Because somehow in God’s plan, I earned you, don’t know how or why. Your an angel, so divine. Completely holy, sanctified. We don't, cant. It just doesn't make sense. But without you i'm just so tense…. I'm just another piece of trash, throw me away. I can earn your love, one day... Week in, and my heart can't stop pumping, God, i hope you never hurt or dump me. Blood rushes to my head, If this keeps up, one of us will end up dead! Saying rash things and having bad ideas. Except now I have a reason, Write a song and hope to the day, That you love this one, like you loved the one i wrote yesterday… Do anything, long as it’s for you! Even if you ask completely out of the blue! God I'm, so, stupidly stressed, Being away from you for so long, makes me want to go on a quest. Need to save you, from a giant spiky tortoise, Dodge his fireballs and continue on, I have a crazy purpose…. Get to your chamber, unlock the doors, Being told your elsewhere, I fall on all fours. Readjust my shroomy hat, and off I go, To save my princess, cause you couldn't find a Mario. But i don't mind, not in the slightest. Long as I’m on my quest, I’m covered in your brightness. I can’t breathe, or think, without you listening. My heartbeat, near you, is incredibly crippling. I want to... Will you let me? I'm in young love, and i can't flee. Wouldn't want to if i could, i love this Spider’s trap, I'm so enraptured by it, just like rhyme and rap… Messed up on adrenaline, and the way your hair smells, I’m hearing the sound of all the school bells, Signaling we must be apart yet again, But my love for you is impossible to comprehend... So wait for me, dearest, I’ll save you yet! Until, our love, long this poem, is finished, so never I bet.
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC
Man.... **** Bowser.
I'm so messed up, and so ****** but your magical, and amazingly pretty…. And every-time i think about you, I can't help but cry, Because somehow in God’s plan, I earned you, don’t know how or why. Your an angel, so divine. Completely holy, sanctified. We don't, cant. It just doesn't make sense. But without you i'm just so tense…. I'm just another piece of trash, throw me away. I can earn your love, one day... Week in, and my heart can't stop pumping, God, i hope you never hurt or dump me. Blood rushes to my head, If this keeps up, one of us will end up dead! Saying rash things and having bad ideas. Except now I have a reason, Write a song and hope to the day, That you love this one, like you loved the one i wrote yesterday… Do anything, long as it’s for you! Even if you ask completely out of the blue! God I'm, so, stupidly stressed, Being away from you for so long, makes me want to go on a quest. Need to save you, from a giant spiky tortoise, Dodge his fireballs and continue on, I have a crazy purpose…. Get to your chamber, unlock the doors, Being told your elsewhere, I fall on all fours. Readjust my shroomy hat, and off I go, To save my princess, cause you couldn't find a Mario. But i don't mind, not in the slightest. Long as I’m on my quest, I’m covered in your brightness. I can’t breathe, or think, without you listening. My heartbeat, near you, is incredibly crippling. I want to... Will you let me? I'm in young love, and i can't flee. Wouldn't want to if i could, i love this Spider’s trap, I'm so enraptured by it, just like rhyme and rap… Messed up on adrenaline, and the way your hair smells, I’m hearing the sound of all the school bells, Signaling we must be apart yet again, But my love for you is impossible to comprehend... So wait for me, dearest, I’ll save you yet! Until, our love, long this poem, is finished, so never I bet.
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I had to travel through eight worlds to save Princess Peach. But she's about as warm and caring as a blood ******* leech. After killing seven fake Bowsers, I finally destroyed the real one. I did it to save Peach but it was something I shouldn't have done. She turned out to be a snob, she called me dumb and Luigi dumber. She said that we're worthless in her eyes because we're just plumbers. I had to fight turtles and Goombas and I told her that I deserved to be thanked. She said that I'm dust beneath her feet and I decided that she should be spanked. I put her over my knee and I spanked that soft *** She cried and cried which proves that she has no class. I was only given a few lives and I had to travel through thirty-two levels to be able to win. I would've dumped Peach in the lava instead of Bowser if I had things to do over again.
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Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
Princess Peach Turned Out To Be A Snob
Ah ..Its a mean dream with a vicious atitude Dont run too fast the sun is beaming on you Cause that $ aint worth sweating . Think about that! While fetching. Cant run forever more when more is not there waiting. Facades get drawn out to chase be careful.. its a mirage. If Good life is only good with a piece of paper, nice car n a garage. Then we aint make it . we're failing . There are people only here, i mean they are there when paper flowing. Then they disappear like hokuspokus . Gone in the wind Another day another rewind . Another day to spit back at the mistakes behind. Only things left hang on to that last memory. Dont Dip n dap with just any celery . Green wise man keeps it kosher Only when his heart is bowser. Filled up with consistent care For the people that are actually here. Or it will come to a Fin. With no one that would give.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Checked life
My dad Joe, was a gift from heaven, put on this earth to love only one woman. To have their children and love them true, each day with my dad was one in which you grew. He loved and cherished each one of us three, Philip, Jacqueline & Christopher - with Hilda, his love, by his side the family was complete. Riding a bike, driving a car, hiking up cliffs, hitting a ball, roller skating, skate boarding, travelling far, our Dad was always there to catch us lest we should fall. Sunday trips to the beach or river, climbing Kit Hill, trips to Morwelham Quay, treks on Dartmoor, ice cream treats, and Callard & Bowser toffee . Swimming, body surfing, Phil learning to drive on the beach, French cricket played on the shore, all of these outings gave us fond memories we still adore. Traveling with Chris and Mum on sunny days, staying in B&B's while they were away, Chris long jumping into the pit with Dad by his side was as good as it could get. Dad gave us each the tools to live our lives, independently, confident and worldly wise. He gave to me a love of the three P's -  people, politics, and poetry. To my brothers, he gave a love of all sports but mostly his beloved Cricket along with Rugby and Athletics. When each of us married he was there by our sides, smiling with pride, accepting our partners into the fold. To us all he advised don't do as I say or as you are told; seek out what or who makes you happy until you grow old. As our families expanded and grew he became a Grandad, first Michael came then Simon, Jason, Robert, Sophie, Danny, Sammy, Lola, and Jonah, he encouraged them in all that they did whether sports, drawing, dancing, work choices - 9 Grandchildren kept him busy as you can imagine. Then later in life as  Great Grandchildren were added Tansy, Alfie & Roman, life remained busy. My Dad was one in a million of that I am sure, I feel his presence every day, when out walking I feel he's not far away. When I'm playing with the grandchildren I know he's there too, smiling with pride in everything they do. When the family get together he's never forgotten and all of his grandchildren have their own stories to share; of Grandad and his sense of humour, his love, support, and care. We miss you, Joe ***
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Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
My Dad - Joe
My dad Joe, was a gift from heaven, put on this earth to love only one woman. To have their children and love them true, each day with my dad was one in which you grew. He loved and cherished each one of us three, Philip, Jacqueline & Christopher - with Hilda, his love, by his side the family was complete. Riding a bike, driving a car, hiking up cliffs, hitting a ball, roller skating, skate boarding, travelling far, our Dad was always there to catch us lest we should fall. Sunday trips to the beach or river, climbing Kit Hill, trips to Morwelham Quay, treks on Dartmoor, ice cream treats, and Callard & Bowser toffee . Swimming, body surfing, Phil learning to drive on the beach, French cricket played on the shore, all of these outings gave us fond memories we still adore. Traveling with Chris and Mum on sunny days, staying in B&B's while they were away, Chris long jumping into the pit with Dad by his side was as good as it could get. Dad gave us each the tools to live our lives, independently, confident and worldly wise. He gave to me a love of the three P's -  people, politics, and poetry. To my brothers, he gave a love of all sports but mostly his beloved Cricket along with Rugby and Athletics. When each of us married he was there by our sides, smiling with pride, accepting our partners into the fold. To us all he advised don't do as I say or as you are told; seek out what or who makes you happy until you grow old. As our families expanded and grew he became a Grandad, first Michael came then Simon, Jason, Robert, Sophie, Danny, Sammy, Lola, and Jonah, he encouraged them in all that they did whether sports, drawing, dancing, work choices - 9 Grandchildren kept him busy as you can imagine. Then later in life as  Great Grandchildren were added Tansy, Alfie & Roman, life remained busy. My Dad was one in a million of that I am sure, I feel his presence every day, when out walking I feel he's not far away. When I'm playing with the grandchildren I know he's there too, smiling with pride in everything they do. When the family get together he's never forgotten and all of his grandchildren have their own stories to share; of Grandad and his sense of humour, his love, support, and care. We miss you, Joe ***
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They called him, Paddy, Who brought the old world here, With curses, **** and beer. We called him Towser, A cur-mixed bowser; A dog with a bone. Both lived at home.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
A Dog By Any Other Name...
Click here now Puppy dog chow Click here now Thought disallowed Click here now To be part of the crowd The buyer’s locked In a liar’s box On Firefox In only socks Click here now Boom Boom Pow Click here now For music that’s loud Click here now For soothing sounds Listen to your peers Receiving cheers While you stay here With a computer near Click here now Look what I found Click here now **** singles around Click here now To be gagged and bound Open your browser And act like Bowser Buy a Mauser Or trendy trousers Click here now I’ll make you say wow Click here now I’ll show you how Click here now To slowly drown Ignore your tasks And buy a flask Tell your past Or buy a mask I keep clicking Like the gun to my head Finger flicking Laying in bed
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
Clicking
Bonjourno, paisanos! Didn’t think I could say actual words, right? Most of us virtual protagonists like Pac Man and Crash Bandicoot don’t talk much since we are systematically required to listen to enemy plans and damsel-in-distress gratitudes, to actively work to stay alive, making it hard to breathe and cough up a sentence or two. Now that I momentarily have the freedom of [legitimate] speech, I’ll let you in on my thoughts about comrades, enemies, and my abilities… Most days I can’t stand how a princess like Toadstool keeps falling into the wrong hands. Even us characters have a life when gaming systems power off. Most days I’m not the only hero but the co-hero. Though most times my friend Toad and brother Luigi are scared of warding off intrusions, they’re my only reinforcements. My archnemesis Bowser and his army of koopa-turtles and armless goombas aren’t too bright. When Bowser acquires power-ups beyond my virtual abilities as an inner-city plumber, I scurry to find others who know Bowser’s vulnerable spots and who help me gain acrobatic abilities. The food I eat Provides strength and focus-- like mushrooms that make me grow taller, smaller, and lengthen my lifespan. I’m sure some of you wish you could hop across wide crevices or defeat troublesome figures. Thanks to gamers and patrons who adventure through space and evolving scenery with me. I hope in the midst of Rockwell-style art in motion, you all take away real-life lessons. Wahoo!
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
It's A Me, [Super] Mario!
Bonjourno, paisanos! Didn’t think I could say actual words, right? Most of us virtual protagonists like Pac Man and Crash Bandicoot don’t talk much since we are systematically required to listen to enemy plans and damsel-in-distress gratitudes, to actively work to stay alive, making it hard to breathe and cough up a sentence or two. Now that I momentarily have the freedom of [legitimate] speech, I’ll let you in on my thoughts about comrades, enemies, and my abilities… Most days I can’t stand how a princess like Toadstool keeps falling into the wrong hands. Even us characters have a life when gaming systems power off. Most days I’m not the only hero but the co-hero. Though most times my friend Toad and brother Luigi are scared of warding off intrusions, they’re my only reinforcements. My archnemesis Bowser and his army of koopa-turtles and armless goombas aren’t too bright. When Bowser acquires power-ups beyond my virtual abilities as an inner-city plumber, I scurry to find others who know Bowser’s vulnerable spots and who help me gain acrobatic abilities. The food I eat Provides strength and focus-- like mushrooms that make me grow taller, smaller, and lengthen my lifespan. I’m sure some of you wish you could hop across wide crevices or defeat troublesome figures. Thanks to gamers and patrons who adventure through space and evolving scenery with me. I hope in the midst of Rockwell-style art in motion, you all take away real-life lessons. Wahoo!
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Jumping through the air snagging coins as I go. Beware the cruel plants in the garden. Bright stars give me power, to vanquish my enemies. The goombas never had a chance. Blazing through the castle keep, dodging everything that comes at me. Bowser tries his best, But I bring the hammer down swiftly. The princess is mine again.
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Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
Super Mario